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Majestic Slaughterday

yeah there's one thing I keep dreaming of
like a blind man stealing sight oh how I'd
like to kill and torture you for all the fucked up
shit you've done why beat yourself when you
can't beat anyone now that's a truth
absolutely load a gun rocket to the sun
wear the crown backwards so you can't see

wounded and betrayed this majestic
slaugherday that I awoke

all our time drains like piss our flesh recoils
and scatters everywhere
we own up to the        volatile end
as the chamber doors are closed

and everything I see
reminds me to leave
my gun at home
and everything I've seen
reminds me to leave her well alone
and everything I've seen reminds me
to leave my gun at home
and everything I've seen reminds me
to leave her alone

 

©2014, Timothy James Swenson